"Swamp. Not swamped. Like the Creature from the Black Lagoon, or Swamp Thing. Swamp." Harry raised his hands and waved them around in front of his face for emphasis, fingers crooked like he was some kind of Hollywood monster, pulling a grimace to go with it. "A beer swamp. Swamp with beer. Geez, for havin' such a nice lookin' face over there you're a little slow to catch up." He paused to think over this, then sniggered to himself. "Face. 'You gotta nice Face, Face.'" Harry sniggered again, evidently amused by this play on words. He'd have to remember that one for next time. Or just later; nicknames were always useful. He'd had a nurse he'd called 'Loup' once, and while he evidently hadn't been too pleased with it, Harry himself had always thought it was scarily accurate.
Before long he seemed to have abandoned...whatever it was he'd been playing at, evidently unconcerned or completely ignorant of the implications of his teasing. "'DooR-A'? Yeah, we saw that one! Right after...wanna say '2001', but I ain't positive; I think it was Space Night. I remember the Twinkie thing! Always thought that was a weird place for a roach to sleep, but hey, different strokes for different folks, and roaches sure do make different strokes." He shrugged, unconcerned. "I wouldn't worry too much about not havin' seen anything in a theater lately; I haven't either, usually they'd just rent 'em for us."